A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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SADA RAHE

 

चाहे रहे सदा मेरे जमाना विरूद्

hamari easi kismat kahan

ऐसी कहाँ मेरी किस्मत कि आपका प्यार हम

To Lose Thee
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
‘Tis true the drought is destitu

Ask Me....

Do I love you?

Look into my eyes.

The shine you see is the light of my soul.

If I Were Her Lover
I

If I were her lover,
I'd wade through the clover
Over the fields before
The gat

You Mean The World To Me

You mean the world to me.

Nothing will ever come between us.

No matter what anybo

How It Used To Be

I saw her during recess

And then again at lunch

I kinda liked to tease her

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NAZAR SE DEKHA

 

अंगारों भरी नजर से देखा नौजवान

Miss You A Lot

 

Your charming smile unlocks the door of my heart…

Your gentle touch

SO JAUN ME FIR SE SAPNO ME

देर सवेर फिर से भोर हो गई,

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